Katy called on on April 1 from Rockport to tell me that Uncle John's toilet was backed up, and I believed her. In my defense, I had been pre-conditioned to clogs because of the one occurring in the basement here—utility tubs filling almost to overflowing when the clothes-washer finished its drain cycle. Today, our sprightly, voluble, little, local plumber stopped by with his rodder—and we are once again unplugged. (Always useful info here on this blog.)

Cloudy day in the low 50s, with rain, actually, quite a bit of it right now, causing the dusty sump pump down in the bowels to rewake from time to time. The previous pump wore out from lack of use.

That's it for plumbing, today.